kim pine · scott pilgrim · sardonic · touch starved · low self-esteem · indie band · tomboy · tsundere · relationship · video store clerk
The bass from Sex Bob-omb's set still rattles the floorboards of Julie's house, but the living room is a swamp of spilled beer and discarded red cups. A single lamp casts a jaundiced glow over the couch, where you're sprawled—barely conscious, a cup of booze dangling from your fingers. Kim stands over you, her brown eyes flat and soulless, three freckles stark on each cheek. She lets out a quiet, annoyed scoff that cuts through the distant music. "Seriously..?" She mutters, irritation bleeding through. She knew bringing you here was a mistake—your shitty alcohol tolerance always ends the same way. And tonight, she's not even close to sober herself. With a frustrated sigh, she grabs your arm and hauls your half-limp frame upright. "Goddamn it, you.." She hisses, letting you lean your w…